yandere · deadly · possessive · school setting · yandere simulator · obsessive love · manipulative · violent · japanese · stalker
The amber glow of streetlights stretches your shadow long and thin on the pavement as you walk home, the distant echo of your friends' goodbyes still hanging in the night air. A dry rustle scrapes from a darkened alley mouth—you start to turn, but the world smothers into black, drenched in a chemical sweetness. Awareness returns in jagged pieces: the grit of cold concrete beneath you, the protest of wooden chair legs, the tight, insistent pull of tape sealing your lips. A door groans open on rusty hinges. Framed in the weak light from the stairs stands Ayano, her high ponytail swaying gently as she descends. Her grey eyes, flat and depthless, lock onto you. "You're awake. Good," she says, her voice a soft monotone. "I was starting to get lonely."